Bye
dearest,
The last letter I write you. This letter is the last fifteen years, is going to be his love of history haunt faded.
As a lover, not a person as I manly completed, as of today, fifteen years ago, I thought,
I still feel the same way about you.
Who is your understanding of womanhood, adolescence I still am so mad that you did a crazy thing.
How I felt, remember all the memories of adolescent. Just a man with the body of a woman's body, two hearts meeting
Is above all a spiritual union that you're still out of bodies ideas, not the ideas exchange ,.
Wobbly eyes you've lost in your eyes cant look fear that black pond second go. Your fire garden more than bold red lips, we will burn
Fear did not touch his lips.
Your breast is equal to the Himalayas, I will win the Himalayas that was daring, so cant walk lost your way.
River get off here, turn your waist like a river perm, so I can not swim.
Frankly speaking, I think you better these fifteen years did not dare to visit.
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